Poetry by Jeff Green

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A good night’s work

by cricketjeff on March 20, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Tonight I’ll wait until the air is still
No need to strike while you are counting sheep
My time arrives when you are fast asleep
The start of Spring’s the perfect time to kill
        We’ve never met and yet I wish you ill
        Why should your life be happier than mine
        Your blood will be as welcome as the wine
        The start of Spring’s the perfect time to kill
In time I know that I’ll have had my fill
I’ll lose the music of the sounds of death
The melody contained in final breath
The start of Spring’s the perfect time to kill
        Tonight I’ll wait until the air is still
        The start of Spring’s the perfect time to kill